For women are as Roses, whose fairr flowre,
Being once displaid, doth fall that verie howre.
Being once displaid, doth fall that verie howre.
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For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do, that dares love attempt.
And what love can do, that dares love attempt.
The grief that does not speak whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break.
Never play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game, but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for a life time.
You should never trust a woman who just had her heart broken. We tend to lie.
Bree Van De Kamp in Desperate Housewives - Season 1 Episode 12
18When a woman quits on a man, she either got enough of him or she didn't get enough from him.
A woman can be gorgeous at 19, charmimg at 29, but only at 39 she is irresistible for the rest of her life. And no woman that has been irresistible, ever turns older than 39.
The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all.
Emperor of China in Mulan
11What if you slept ? And what if in your sleep you dreamed? And what if in your dream you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if when you awoke you had that flower in your hand? Ah, what then?
Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.
Don't waste your love on somebody who doesn't value it.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep. The more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
My love as deep. The more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
Alacke, there lies more perill in thine eye,
Then twenty of their swords, looke thou but sweete,
And I am proofe against their enmity.
My life were better ended by their hate,
Then death proroged wanting of thy Love.
Then twenty of their swords, looke thou but sweete,
And I am proofe against their enmity.
My life were better ended by their hate,
Then death proroged wanting of thy Love.
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! Beware Macduff,
Beware the Thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough. [...]
Be bloody, bold, and resolute: laugh to scorn
The power of man, for none of womas born
Shall harm Macbeth. [...]
Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are.
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until
Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill
Shall come against him.
Beware the Thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough. [...]
Be bloody, bold, and resolute: laugh to scorn
The power of man, for none of womas born
Shall harm Macbeth. [...]
Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are.
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until
Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill
Shall come against him.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound anf fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound anf fury,
Signifying nothing.
There are more things in Heaven and Earth
Than are dream't of in your Philosophy
Than are dream't of in your Philosophy
Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but love.
Walk until the darkness is a memory, and you become the sun on the next traveler's horizon.
Kobe Bryant in Training Camp
William Shakespeare
Women
Flowers
Roses
Romeo and Juliet